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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Moon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With musing mind I watch thee steal <br> Above those envious clouds that hid <br> Till now thy face; thou dost reveal <br> More than the glaring sunlight did; <br> So round me would I have thy light <br> In one broad sea of beauty lie, <br> And who, while thou dost rule the night, <br> For day would sigh, <br>Nor long for wings that he might flee <br>To find thy hidden face and ride the dark with thee? <br> And hence it was that ever forth <br> My fancy doated more and more <br> Upon the wild poetic worth <br> Of that old tale in Grecian lore, <br> Which to the head of Latmos gave <br> Supernal glories, passion-won <br> By him who, in the mystic cave— <br> Endymion— <br>Was wont to meet thee night by night, <br>And drink into his soul the spirit of thy light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not thus it was thy beauty shone <br> In these drear summers lately past; <br> Disheartened, world-distrusting, lone, <br> I shuddered in misfortune’s blast! <br> Many that loved me, once were nigh <br> Of whom now these I may not trust, <br> And those forget me—or they lie <br> Dark in the dust! <br>And never can we meet again, <br>Loving and loved as then, beneath thy friendly reign. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O Cynthia! It would even seem <br> That portions from our spirits fell, <br> Like scent from flowers, throughout life’s dream; <br> And by that clue invisible, <br> A gathered after-scene of all <br> Affection builded high in vain, <br> Is drawn thus in dim funeral <br> Past us again; <br>The which, where shadowed most with gloom, <br>Uncertain thought is fain to map with spells of doom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Let me this night the past forget, <br> For though its dying voices be <br> At times like tones from Eden, yet <br> The years have brought such change for me <br> That when but now my thoughts were given <br> To all I’d suffered, loved, and lost, <br> Turning my eyes again to heaven, <br> Tear-quenched almost, <br>I started with impatience strange, <br>To find thee, even thee, smiling untouched by change! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O vain display of secred pride! <br> My human heart, what irks thee so? <br> What, in the scale of being tried, <br> Should weigh thy happiness or woe? <br> Pale millions, so by fortune curst, <br> Have loved for sorrow in the light <br> Of this yet youthful morn, since first <br> She claimed the night, <br>And thus mature even from her birth, <br>With pale beam chased the glooms that swathed the infant earth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And be it humbling, too, to know <br> That when this pile of haughty clay <br> For ages shall have ceased to glow— <br> Shrunk to a line of ashes grey, <br> Which, as the invasive ploughshare drills <br> The unremembered burial sward, <br> The wild winds o’er a hundred hills <br> May whirl abroad— <br>That in the midnight heavens thou <br>Shalt hang thy unfaded lamp, and smile serene as now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nay, more than this: could even those, <br> The Edenites, who sorrowed here <br> Ere Noah’s tilted ark arose, <br> Or Nimrod chased the bounding deer— <br> Wherever sepulchred, could they <br> The rigid bonds of death and doom <br> Now for a moment shake away— <br> From out their tomb <br>They watchful face they still might see, <br>Just as they dying left it, gazing solemnly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I sadden! Ah! Why bringest thou <br> Yet later memories to my mind? <br> I would but gaze upon thee now <br> A wiser counsel thence to find! <br> Shall I not even henceforth aim <br> To shun in act, in thought control, <br> Whatever dims the heaven-born flame— <br> The essential soul <br>I feel within, and which must be <br>A living light when thine is quenched eternally? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
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 Above those envious clouds that hid 
 Till now thy face; thou dost reveal 
 More than the glaring sunlight did; 
 So round me would I have thy light 
 In one broad sea of beauty lie, 
 And who, while thou dost..."></div>
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